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 The Perfect Catch, JR // Kenz <3
Anora Chevalier
 Posted: Apr 14 2017, 11:16 AM
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The forbidden forest was a mystery to everyone, but there was a reason it was forbidden and it wasn’t limited to monsters and plants and nasty surprises, but also because certain Griffyndor stomped the earth into submission beneath their feet on daily runs; soon their tyrannical reign would end and Anora would see to it.

This particular evening found the Hufflepuff humming some modern song as she laid out her very well-thought out plan. “they see me rollin’, they hatin’..” she breathed, giving a small wiggle-shimmy as she danced along to the music playing in her head all the while extending the net out along the dirt covered path. There were a few plants here and there, nothing that would seem out of the ordinary, and she had specifically chosen this time of day – or night- for her plan. The dark already held an infinite amount of secrets, what was one more harmless one?

She’d been using some of her magic, waving her wand around like an instructor direction an orchestra into the perfect cacophony of sounds all melding together into one great symphony. At some point she’d climbed the tree to make sure that everything was secure and after testing the trap a couple of times, she started to rearrange the leaves and shrubbery along the trail to make it seem as natural as possible. There were a few instances were creatures, residents of the Forbidden Forest inched closer in open curiosity and each time they came close they sent her heart racing, pulse thrumming in her ears and fear spiking with each snap or crack of a branch.

The trees were eerie, they gave off an omniscient and sentient feeling that often made Anora think they were watching and judging her for what she was about to do. After checking the trap one more time and adding a few more adjustments, Anora picked up a branch and used her wand to shave off its bark, rotating it manually as she chipped away at the wood making it look like a wand one would find in Olivandre’s or even in the hands of one of the Hogwarts students. Then she floated it down gingerly on the trap, being extremely careful not to spring it on accident or she’d have to reset it.

By this time the song had shifted and she was openly singing “Five, six, seven, eight, God is good but I am great…” her voice trailing off as she stopped to look up at the sky and visually check on the time of day. Excitement started to make her giddy and she used that energy to climb back up onto another tree branch – she had been spending a lot of time stalking boys and climbing tree branches, apparently- where she pulled an apple from her robes and crunched on it, her stomach rumbling from hunger. At this rate, there was a big chance that she was going to miss supper, but figured that no one would really miss her since the mess hall was always very noisy and students came and went depending on their evening classes.

Still, being out here alone in the Forbidden Forest as creepy and she had to keep music playing in her head on repeat in order to keep from bolting. Not that she would have in the first place; Anora would rather be out here all night scared out of her mind than face someone calling her a coward. Anora Chevalier did not run away from a dare or a challenge, which most of the time they were one and the same. Her ears were trained on the noises around her, mind quieting but still on edge as the sounds of the forest amplified, the night creatures slinking out of their hidey-holes to haunt the grounds below. The phantom sensation of spider legs on the back of her neck made her shudder and she shifted in her spot; hearing – faintly – the sounds of her quarry headed in her direction.

If she wanted to catch the pack, first she had to capture their fearless leader. Or, seemingly fearless leader, because this particular fantastic beast and Griffyndor definitely had a lot he was running scared of. No one ran that much if nothing was chasing them and Anora was determined to find out what it was.

Maybe they could trade?



@JR Zerner | Basically, she set out a net that is going to leave him dangling from a tree. Up to you if he drops his wand or not! <3
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 Posted: Apr 16 2017, 05:31 AM
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Left foot, right foot, left foot. One foot in front of the the other, pounding away at the earth underneath the black sneakers that were starting to be considered worn out. He had just bought shoes the month prior, but with all of the running that he did, it was a wonder that they had lasted this long. His breath was coming out in short spurts and the lion was working hard at making it more even. That was part of the game when running; focusing on his breathing until it was just the right mix for the pace that his legs were carrying at. His chest begged to differ that it was not doing well, since he had been running for the last hour or so. This was the last part of his run for the night, through the forest and then JR would head back to the castle.

It was nearing that time of day where the sun would be going down and JR knew that he would need to go to the kitchens for dinner since he had been running during the time that students were gathered in the great hall for the evening meal. His eyes stayed on the pathway ahead, searching for broken sticks and twigs that could get in his way of running, things that would cause him to stumble and to fall. What was he running from that day? Was that the question that he was running from itself? After all, Erik had just gotten attacked by a younger student and the young man was struggling with the idea that he should go find said student and teach them a lesson, much the way that he had punched Oisin Woodbane when JR had seen him flirting with Kiss a few years ago. The lion pushed on, trying to out run the thought, the fantasy of going to find Quincy Elkins' younger brother and punching him in the face, much as he deserved since the snake had broken Erik's wand.

JR's lips curved into a scowl as the anger ripped through his chest; making it clear that he needed to run more. He pushed on, kicking the speed up a small notch as he entered the thickest part of the forest on the route he took. JR knew that fighting wasn't the answer, knew that he should not go find Andre and punch him; yet the idea dangled there, flooding him, taunting him. It was like it had an invisible hook and was reeling him in slowly. His jaw tightened and his fingers clenched into fists as he ran, bowing his head to run even faster as his thigh muscles screamed at him to stop. The birds around him faded away into nothing as his feet smashed against the earth now. If he could just run a little bit faster, the lion wouldn't become the nasty person that was influenced by his mother.

Right?

JR could try, but in the end, he didn't know if he would be successful. Was he running only to fail? It was a doubt that plagued him and yet, the lion continued to run. Pushing himself harder and harder. That night, when Erik had told him, he had put on his neutral face, helping his friend back to his tower, supporting him as a good friend would do. But now, alone with his thoughts, anger lashed through him and therefore, he continued to run.

Until suddenly, he was lifted off of the ground in a netting, trapped. Angry kicks proceeded to follow a yell that was both of anger and surprise, shoutiing, "What the hell, let me out." Punches were thrown, kicks were made against the netting that was holding him and finally, it broke, dropping him to the ground and there the young man last, breathing heavily, his limbs screaming at him, the resounding crunching sound in his shoulder telling him that yes, once more, the lion had broken his shoulder in the spot that he had the week before when he had been thrown from a house. Pain filtered through him, but this was not something new to the young man in question. His eyes focused on the trees above, sweat pouring from him, the green leaves dancing in the soft wind as the lion fought to keep control, fought not to slip into the panic attack that gripping at him with sharp claws.

It was a loosing battle.

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 Posted: Apr 19 2017, 10:49 AM
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Here is what Anora had expected, she had expected JR to come running down the trail through the forbidden words, and he did. She had expected him to bend down after spotting the fake wand and get caught up in her snare, and while he didn’t bend down to pick up the wand, which he didn’t but details. He did however end up snagged in the net and lifted off the ground as the trap sprang. That she expected. What she didn’t expect or count on was that the lion would put up one hell of a fight, or that the net would be so flimsy that a few kicks and punches, jostling it around would cause it to break. Anora’s face scrunched up and she winced, shutting her eyes as JR’s body hit the ground. It was a very dull and sickening thud against the hard earth and immediately the guilt crawled up to swamp her.

After opening her eyes one at a time, Anora slid from her perch on the branch only to drop in a crouch a few feet away from him. She straightened and brushed the dirt off her palms onto her skirt and bit her lip as she approached, thinking that maybe this was a really bad idea. Anora didn’t rush to his side; she was concerned about the lion lying there on the ground, his eyes focused on something overhead. This was definitely not how she had imagined things to progress, although she should have been ready for something like this happening. Nothing ever went according to plan.

Approaching carefully, just in case he decided he was mad and would take it out on her –rightfully so-, Anora crouched down beside him, reaching out to touch him tentatively since he looked to be in some kind of pain. “Hey are you okay?” If he had landed differently he might have broken his neck and she would have killed him, but it looked like he had injured his arm by the way his body lay, trying to keep weight off that particular limb and the shape of his shoulder. Everything had gotten about one-hundred times worse the moment a broken body part was involved and now she couldn’t proceed as she had planned a part of her flushed at the slight annoyance she felt.

Who the hell told him to struggle so much in a net of all places, and why hadn’t he used his wand or his magic to get out of it instead of thrashing and punching? Annoyance tried to make itself surface over panic, she’d never really meant to hurt him and the guilt was making it hard for her to breathe, it was making her eyes water but she sucked in a breath and pushed those stupid tears back. What was the matter with her, worried about how she might come out looking if he found out instead of trying to help the guy?

“I’m sorry I was trying to catch y-“ Anora stopped herself before she could say ‘catch you by surprise’ and instead amended her sentence. “I was trying to catch a Thestral.” The lie slid easily off her tongue, her fingers reaching for her wand but the spells that could help him couldn’t be reached, and she was producing a complete and utter blank, but knew that she had to do something. This had been her fault. Merlin Anora, you could have killed him! A trap? Seriously? Why not just go up to the guy and talk to him like a normal wizard. While her mind rambled, chastising, Anora extended a hand out to him, worry plainly written all over her face. Licking dry lips, she tucked her hair away behind an ear and shifted towards his good side. “Let’s sit you up, slowly.” Gingerly she slid an arm around him and helped prop him up if he allowed.


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 Posted: Apr 22 2017, 08:11 PM
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Did it make him feel better, that the young man had the chance to thrash around, yell and kick at the net that eventually had broken? Of course, using a wand might have been the more sensible thing to do, but the young man had already been angry, had already been running because of the anger that threatened to consume him, march him to the dungeons, find Andre Elkins and punch him right in the face. Maybe he still would, who knew? Punching people was harsh, but so was people breaking your best friends' wand. The boy clearly deserved the punch; JR knew that much. Andre Elkins better stay clear of the lion for a while, or bad things might happen.

Although it would seem that they would not be happening that day, as JR laid on the ground, his arm throbbing in protest, he heard the scrapping of leaves on the dirt ground around him. The net was still tangled on his legs, trapping him even if he wanted to get up and starting running immediately again. It sounded like someone was around; though it didn't really matter to the lion at this point. His green eyes stayed unfocused but looking up at the trees that surrounded them, light barely peeking through as night was fast approaching. The sun was setting in the west and it would soon be night. Hopefully the moon would be out that night so that he could finish his run in peace. It was amazing that all he wanted to do was complete the run, when his arm was throbbing and his mood angry because he needed to go to the hospital wing and get it taken care of. Not for the first time, the young man wished that Erik's rune was still placed upon his skin. Maybe later on, he would go get a tattoo of it, for memory sake or something. A ghost of a smile came then, as he thought of the rune that the eagle had placed on the very same shoulder a few weeks prior after the lion had been thrown off of a horse.

Green eyes finally settled on the shoes of the person that was here to help him - or rather, the person that had attempted to catch him, as the slip of her tongue hadn't gone unnoticed by the young man that let her help him into a sitting position. There was no dizziness, which was good. From experience, the lion knew that this meant that he hadn't hurt his head and that it was just his arm that needed tending to. Maybe he would stop running in the forest after this. After the punch in the jaw a month ago and now this, it seemed that it wasn't the creatures of the forest but the girls in the castle that were after him. In all reality, it should have been a nice thought, but the getting hurt things really needed to stop.

A sigh escaped his lips and he rubbed his shoulder in his free hand, looking up to the girl that was next to him, not surprised that it was Anora that had tried to catch him - wasn't she always trying to do something a little crazy that involved him in some way or another? His brow crinkled in confused, his previous anger and thoughts about Andre forgotten - for now - in leu of this new little puzzle of what the badger wanted with him. Looking to her, he shifted his legs before not bothering with the net - it was clear she wanted to talk right? Fine, she could have a piece of his mind, "What exactly did I - I mean, the thestral, do to you, then?"

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